You Matter Book Novels & Stories

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Holding Elias's golden gaze with my own, I say with absolute honesty, "I am different because I just finally decided that I – Valarie Carson – am important too. Yes! I'm not supposed to exist. I chose wrong; we were all supposed to be innocent before the worlds cruel intentions could hurt us. It wasn't us who started this tyranny, Elias, the Gods decided they wanted darkness, and we obeyed without question accepting that we don't matter." My tone falls, only a whisper left to say brokenly, "How can they let us believe that? H-How? Do they not know that we have a heart? Does it matter?" Maybe I'm speaking for myself. Maybe someone will laugh in my face and mock me. But it doesn't matter becau

"I can imagine that in this day and age, you're not too familiar with our customs and traditions; probably not even with mates, am I correct?" I nodded. "Here are some books I think you could benefit from," Xavier said, pulling three from the shelf. "If you have any questions let me know, I'll go get you some tea while you read." I thanked him as he handed the stack of books to me. I found a sofa in the next room over and began to look through the several-hundred page books I'd been given. One was entirely dedicated to mates. I opened that one first.

The book had found the people who needed it because the book had been built honestly from what they needed. Mira read the book in one sitting on the day the first copy arrived in the keep. She came to Elara afterward and said: "The twelfth chapter." "Yes," Elara said. "The ordinary days are the point," Mira said. "I want you to know that I know that. Not just as a governance principle. I know it in my life." She paused. "The work is important. The commission is important. The papers are important. And the Tuesday mornings and the dinner table and the gate letters and the south garden — those are the point. The work is built to protect the ordinary days. Not to replace them."

It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about. I wondered how long Adrian had spent choosing it. My phone buzzed again. Another message from him. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I read the words before answering. “It was a small thing.” His reply came quickly. “Small things matter.” I leaned back against the couch. “Yes,” I said. “They do.” There was a pause before his next message appeared. “Did they smile when they opened it?” “Yes.” Another pause. “I wish I could have seen that.”

My mother leaned closer to the bed‑me, lips moving around words I couldn’t hear but could feel in my bones: Please come back. The ink‑cords dug into my skin, playing at being an embrace instead of a trap. “DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR OWN NARRATIVE,” the Admin said. “YOU OF ALL COMPONENTS SHOULD VALUE STORY. THIS IS YOURS.” It sounded almost sincere. Almost. I swallowed hard. Because the thing was— I *did* want it. Desperately. The simple obscenity of a normal morning. The satisfaction of a book in my hands with my name on it that wasn’t a game log. Corvin across from me in crappy café lighting, making fun of my vampire jokes.

But it wasn’t. That’s what I want every single mother, and every person who's ever felt broken or unworthy, to take away from this book: your story doesn’t end in abandonment. It doesn’t end in pain. You may be a chapter behind right now, but your happy ending is still being written.

A whole section labeled simply FOR WHEN YOU NEED IT that contained everything from Didion to a 1987 field guide to North American birds. "This is not a system," Caleb said, reading the spines in the second room. "This is a personality." "It's better than a system." Mara pulled out a slim novel, read the back, and put it back. Pulled out another. "Systems tell you where things are. This tells you what things mean to each other." He looked at her. "That's a very specific distinction." "I work with words. I have a lot of very specific distinctions."

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. “You really like to analyze yourself.” Myra shook her head in disagreement. Heather knows the reason behind everything, but she is not willing to change. What a stubborn girl. “You should read a book. It’s my new book that contains a lot of my self-analysis.” Heather hurriedly changed the subject. “What’s the name of your book? I’ll buy a whole box of it.” At that moment, Matthias was picking out books to read in the bookstore. He casually picked up the book in front of him but put it back after taking a few glances at the cover.